Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.